Wednesday, February 13, 2013

I push back against the dreadful as it tries to creep its way into my mind and blot out the sunshine. Always on those sleepless nights, it's too easy to get lost in the dark and bump into a moment that's harder to shake.

I am strong.
I am smart.

I hold on to all the bright and beautiful as the dreadful seems to close in. Protected by this aura of goodness I push past the moment of darkness and emerge in the morning to greet the sun and conquer the world once again.

I am strong.
I am smart.

I carry the bright and beautiful as talismans, reminders that protect me from the dark.

I carry the dreadful, too, scars that serve as reminders of the battles I've fought. These give strength as memories--and I fear no more.

I am strong.
I am smart.

I push on, adding scars and talismans each to guide my way. Until one day I can lay down my burdens and marvel at my light.